Page 31 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

The freak designation reminded me of what had happened the night before. I sipped my coffee to hide my blush.

“Yeah, tell me about it. We just really hit it off, and started talking, and one thing led to another…”

“Wait, did you jump his bones the first night you met?” Sage gasped. “You’re a fucking LEGEND.”

“We sort of jumped each other, but yeah.”

“His place or yours?”

I sipped my coffee again. Sage cocked an eyebrow.

“Megan…”

“Neither one.”

“Surely you didn’t let him throw up your skirt and do you right there at the—oh my GOD, you did! I’m so jealous.”

“Wait until you see him.” I found a pic of Mason on my phone.

Her eyes went wide.

“What a fucking DISH. Oh my God, girl, does he have any brothers?”

“I don’t think so. He was an only child raised by his grandfather. Sound familiar?”

“You two really do have a lot in common.”

“Not so much.” I sighed. “He’s rich as SHIT, Sage. I’m worried that I’m not, well, high class enough for him.”

“How rich is rich as shit? Is it in any way quantifiable as in a shitload?”

“He’s a billionaire. Owns a couple of buildings downtown, even.”

“Fuck. That IS rich as shit.” Sage leaned forward eagerly. “Well, if what Bug and the others said is true, he’s major league into you.”

“I hope so.”

“Oh come one, he sat through one of How Weird’s ‘cycles’ and didn’t fall asleep, burst into laughter, or die from fright. He’s into you.”

I smiled. “I guess he is kinda into me.”

“You’re blushing. Did you guys do the nasty again?”

I almost choked on my coffee. “The Nasty?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Well…” I stirred my coffee with a swizzle. “A lady never kisses and tells—”

“That’s a yes.” Sage shook her head and sighed wistfully. “So, are you going to make me ask?”

“Ask what?”

“How is he in bed?”

I sat my coffee down and gave her a look.

“What?” Sage sputtered. “I tell you about all my hookups.”

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